On saturday afternoons
As a child
I was dumped off
At my grandmas house
So my father could
Drink gamble and laugh
With his confederates
Down the legion
Through every ******* season
It was so regular
You could plot it on a graph
It was warm
In that front room
Siblings and cousins strewn
Wrestling and horse racing
On the telly
A drop o lemo
And rib soup
Barley broth
Spuds both
Boiled and roast
Would inevitabilly end up
In your belly
Lamb stew and scouse
Food embraced
And ruled that house
Unspoken love
Freely given
And taken
Then Jimmy turned up ******
I loved
And still love
My whacky dad.